Speaking of which. . .
Morgan pulled the chamber pot from under the bed and cautiously emptied his new bladder through his new penis.
"Wow" he thought "That was easy." So far, being a man was OK.
He began to dress himself in the male clothing he had brought. He had noticed that among men, and particularly wizards, a touch of slovenliness was more accepted than among women. Another advantage of manhood, for Morgana had never enjoyed fussing over dress.
He checked himself out, fully dressed, in the small hand mirror he had brought. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. I'm going out there into the world as a man, he thought. Morgan the man.
As Morgan moved from his rented room to the street, he noticed that his perceptions had changed. Not that his color perception wasn't as subtle, that wasn't so obvious, but that his eyes somehow automatically zeroed in on the breasts and buttocks of passing females. Before the transformation, he had somewhat idly wondered what his new sexuality was going to be. Now he knew, he was beyond the shadow of a doubt a woman-lover.
Nor was his new sexuality limited to his eyes. His newest body part was making its presence known.